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I thought she had had some fear that her unhappy father might be in some way to blame for what had happened. My aunt took her hand in hers, and laughed. 'Is that all? repeated my aunt. 'Why, yes, that's all, except, "And she lived happy ever afterwards." Perhaps I may add that of Betsey yet, one of these days. Now, Agnes, you have a wise head.
Betsey had bidden them good-bye, more than half affronted at not being able to report to her mother all about his looks, though she carried with her a basket of gooseberries and French beans, and Mrs. King walked all the way down the lane with her, and tried to shew an interest in all she said, to make up for the disappointment. Maybe likewise Mrs.
Betsey, still as slim as her daughter, ran from the house at the familiar roar, and Gouverneur Morris came dashing through the woods with a half-dozen guests, self-invited for dinner. It was an animated day, and Hamilton was the life of the company. He had no time for thought until night. His wife retired early, with a headache; the boys had subsided even earlier.
She had just the husband that belonged to her in my Uncle David, an upright man, frank-faced, large-hearted, and spiritually minded. He was my father's favorite brother, and to our branch of the family "The Farms" meant "Uncle David and Aunt Betsey." My brother John's plans for my entertainment did not always harmonize entirely with my own ideas.
As I stood there, a lady came out of the house, with a handkerchief over her cap, a pair of gardening gloves on her hands and carrying a great knife. I was sure she must be Miss Betsey from her walk, for my mother had often described the way my aunt came to the house when I was born. "Go away!" said Miss Betsey, shaking her head. "Go along! No boys here!"
But there, I feel for her, everybody does; it keeps her stubbin' an' trippin' against everything, beakin' and gazin' up the way she has to." "Yes, yes," said the doctor, whose eyes were twinkling. "I'll come and look after her, with your town doctor, this summer, some time in the last of July or first of August." "You'll find occupation," said Betsey, not without an air of patronage.
Nothing else did happen, really, except that on the way out, Uncle Darcy finished the story begun on the Green Stairs and on the way back told them another. But what Richard remembered ever after as seeming to have happened, was that The Betsey suddenly turned into a Brigantine.
"There's the boat making the slip, Sue," she added, "let's get the table set out here on the porch while they're climbing the hill!" Up the hill came Philip and Josephine, just home from the city, escorted by Betsey and Jim who had met them at the boat.
But he is all I have got," said Elizabeth, speaking with difficulty. "He is your father, but he is not all you've got. Don't say that." "There is no one else that cares very much about me. If I were sick or in trouble, I think I would have a better right to come to you, Cousin Betsey, than to any one else in the world." "Well, and why not? You ought to have had a sister," said Betsey.
"I am afraid I shall never be able to keep from thinking that God has been hard on grandfather, if anything should happen to Davie." "But God is not hard on your grandfather and there is nothing going to happen to Davie," said Betsey, too honest to reprove the girl for the expression of thoughts which she had not been able to keep out of her own mind.
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